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• Strike The Match

I’am loaded like a shotgun
Got one under my coat
It’s late night no stage fright
I’am going for broke while I’m hittin my smoke
I’am contemplatin’ how to hit em hard hit em fast
Get away it’s all she wrote
It’s a heatbreaking habit
When you gotta have it
You grab it
Certified
Good magic
Look at it
In your face
Money’s gone
So am I so long
But now my hustle’s changed
No more stickin’ you up
I’ve got some weed I now that for sure it can pick you up
Just spark it up
I gotta dime or a twenty sack
All sales are final
Don’t ask for your money back
Don’t even look at the money sack
It’s funny that
It still wasn’t enough
I like still searchin’ for honey flack
No I’m servin’ the boulders
Looking over my shoulders
Every step that I take
A rock might knock me over

Strike the match
Spark the flame
Start the fire that burns down the system
Hit em hard hit em fast
Keep the gas on em
We’re gonna char
Get the dogs go gas on em

Long range
A brace to be a gangster
Grew up
A long way from
But I got gauges
Pullin guns out on strangers
Bunch a wild niggas
Nobody can tame us
One in the chamber
Drive by homicide
Shit I gotta roll a dime
Ever day I run away
My life one helluva time
I like to see heads get
A problem
That’s how I solve em
Until that day
All I gotta say is fuck em

Post is stop son
Claw some
Makin’ my way
Throught the jungle
Call something
Bring a leader

When you’re in the top spot
You better be top notch
Or else the heaters take pot shots
It’s none stop shit talkin’
Ready to harm him
Disarm him
Send his ass away in coffin
My games is awesome
That often

Time slip away
Ticket on a train till an early grave
Reap what you sough
Never had a handout
Had my hustle’s brand our
You wish my luck would run out



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